I was a piece of ass back on the market. They incorrectly assume a woman craves a cock and is willing to jump into bed to satisfy the craving. They ar... wrong about women. They are certainly wrong about me. I distrusted men as a result. Seeing Ben’s love for Pat reminded me what I should have expected from a husband and my long repressed dreams. On the evening of the 23rd I awoke to sounds of moaning with Ben and Pat being intimate. I looked at the clock, it was after 11:20. My mind recalled. Oscar McPughSpoke of Spengler -- and ate crackers too.His wife said, "Oh, stuffThat philosophy guffUp your ass, dear, and throw me a screw!"My Netscape inbox new mail indicator had the red flag up which indicated I had new mail waiting for me. If your reading this account, which is where it all started not so long ago, via the Internet you must know just how email works.Just looking for any excuse not to work I minimized the window that I had been working on and double clicked on the mail. With her high heeled shoes her legs take the long slender shape of a lingerie model. She knows I think her legs are great so she always wears shoes and a dress or skirt to show them off. Today she wore Faith ankle strap shoes with four inch heels, a black Gucci mid thigh and figure hugging dress that I had bought her in Rome, it showed her legs to perfection, accentuated her slim hips, firm ass, slender waist, flat stomach and full, firm breasts. A face so pretty, rosebud mouth, high cheek. I got us a room and as we walked in I locked the door behind us and moved close together...she took my hands and pulled me close to her , she leaned forward and we kissed...I could feel the desire within her as her tongue slipped into my mouth searching for mine...we embraced..her huge breasts pressing against my chest...her hands rubbing my back as we kissed...as our lips parted she asked..." do you want to fuck me"...I kissed her again and with one hand reached for her breast...holding it.